Lyrics Kickflip - August Kamp

Kid 1: Woah! That was a nice double kickflip
Kid 2: That was a varial kickflip
Kid 1: Oh it looked like a double
Kid 3: Can I borrow your board real fast?
Kid 1: I got that on film too
Kid 4: Awesome!
Kid 1: What do you want to say to the camera?

You take my wrist that's close enough
You make my list to make things rough
My hands are still my own to shake
Quiet please I'm waking up

Daily, hold my hand out to the glass again
It reaches me okay maybe
I'll get my head to move fast again
And end up worth something, oh
You would never really believe me
If I told you what I thought I'd be by twenty
But soon I'll be twenty

God, it makes me feel so small
To feel so old and look so young
I'm not afraid anymore to grow

You take my wrist that's close enough
You make my list to make things rough
My hands are still my own to shake
Quiet please I'm waking up